Shimmering Sands kill well and often

It did not take long for Knaven to grow tired of his sibling’s teasing.
 
When the two of them bounced in and out of reach, aiming nips where they would draw the most attention, the earth-colored hound stiffened. Though he was young and had not found a good way to contain the tidal wave of feeling that existed beneath his roguish smirk and blood-touched gaze. However, to deny his siblings their fun? He was certain he could manage anything.
 
Knaven stood with a tense frame. His sights wandered from one to the other, but he did not make another move to stop them or punish them for their games. The young druid simply seemed willing to accept their taunting. He hoped that by removing his reaction, they would lose their drive to continue.